
Blowing off steam after work.
Blowing off steam after work.
Sometimes I gotta get to a big space to figure out where I’m at.
No rule is the best rule.
It’s space rock if you want it to be. Spoiler, there’s no words.
One of the great things about bikes is the cool places they’ll take you to. And you can go even further if you’re willing to sit for awhile once you get there.
I have been coming to this spot on this river for over 15 years, sometimes as regular as once a week. Several years ago the property changed hands and the new owner put up signs and a gate to keep people out. I tried to respect this, telling myself if I had a large tract of land and I wanted to keep people out I would want them to abide – and maybe understand. But I also know from the other side what a connection with a place can mean, so I wonder if I could ask that of other people. I have done my best. I think it’s been over a year since I have been here. Today I rode down and washed my face and hands in the river.
Woke up late.
I feel like the mice and I had come to a fairly reasonable understanding about our shared lease on the Bike Clubhouse. Then they hit the fun gear drawer. Shots fired, meeces.
Love me some Beau Miles.